Life of Ease

A few weeks ago Jerry asked me to purchase Rita Cosby's book, "Quiet Hero." It tells the story of her father who lived through WWII. He was a Polish Resistance fighter, who distributed anti-Nazi propaganda a few blocks from the Warsaw Ghetto and fought courageously for His country.

Jerry went through the book in record time and handed it over to me. Rita has given us a powerful story as she uncovered her father's past. His story began at the age of 13 when he saw his hometown decimated by bombs, and ended with his time served in a German POW camp, escaping in a daring plan and ultimately rescued by American forces. All this before he had left his teens.

As I pondered the story I immediately thought of my life of ease. Yes, I've had my share of heartbraking trials and fearful situations, but my life in no way can comprehend the life of Ryszard Kossobudzki, known in America as Richard Cosby.

Many parts of the story were brutally graphic. I was able to read through it fine, if I didn't stop to try and picture it. That's much like when I read about the crucifixion of Jesus. I can't stop and ponder how gruesome it was. That reflection doesn't strengthen my faith, it only weakens my ability to function. Being emotionally unstable isn't easy.

I also come to this conclusion of how fortunate I am when I read a book, scan a magazine or watch a movie about missionary life around the world. The headlines in the daily paper are enough to stop me and say to myself: "You are a very fortunate lady."

I want to remember what God has done for me. Why I was chosen to live in America at this time only He knows. How thankful I am for His favor upon my life.

Monday morning a little after 7 a.m. I saw my first fawns of the season. I receive such a thrill seeing the fawns when they start coming out. Momma Doe let me take some snaps and the picture above is one of my favorites. She knew I was there, but wasn't ruffled.


Momma casually walked her fawns across the road into wooded cover. It was truly a delightful morning!